Chapter 51 Forget-me-not

• The room enveloped us in an unusual quietness, a tranquil stillness that seemed to cradle our past unrestraint, like the fading vibrant blue of a Forget-Me-Not flower. Nestled in each other's naked embrace, we listened to the ensemble of our beating hearts.
• “I could do this forever,” Paul murmured, prompting a gentle sigh to escape me.
• “That is why you’re Count Dracula,” I playfully retorted. The sheets whispered as we shifted positions.